Our soul flow towards a bloody earth called death
We are coming from the world of sickness
Society is trying to play chess on the globe called earth
Cubic souls live in the sea through loneliness and damaged
Minds are demanded by every breath
We are still alive, can't take more breath
Postmodern miserable causes and gets
Humanity will lose after the last one's end
Making the sacrifice of the great vigorous
Fall of this wrong played empire chess
Your soul flow towards a bloody lake called death
You are coming from the world of sickness
You are still alive but can't take more breath
